"": dreams.

Italics: thinking.

Bold: Letters and notes.

-/-: time lapse.

Chapter 6- JM Finally Visits

It had been exactly four months since Sherlock had last met Moriarty in his dreams, and he would hesitantly admit that he missed him. He had gotten so used to waking up in the dream to find Moriarty above him, or lying next to him. They had started talking a lot more. Moriarty would stay around for hours after 'doing the deed' and just talk about everything. Most of the time, Sherlock was in a state of near unconsciousness, but he could always hear the calm and steady voice by his ear. Moriarty would talk about nothing and everything, about plans he was going to make, about the stars, about what he thought about Sherlock. It was almost relaxing.

Sherlock had tried to keep his mind on the case, but as more and more time passed Sherlock became almost worried. What could he be doing? He always came at the same time on the same days, no question. So where is he? A hand waving in front of his face brought Sherlock out of his thoughts. He looked up at the face of Lestrade who was now standing in front of him, his normal posture of his arms crossed had been taken.

"So?" Lestrade asked.

"So what?" Sherlock retorted.

"What have you found?" Lestrade asked, voice strained, as he gestured to the new body that lay before them. Sherlock looked back over at the corpse that John was inspecting. Walking past Lestrade, he walked up behind John, watching as he observed the body, seeing the look of pure determination on his face.

"John, what have you got?" Sherlock said quietly. John stood and not even looking at the man beside him, started to answer.

"Sherlock, it is the exact same as all the other ones. Two puncture wounds on his neck, drained of blood, no other marks or wounds that could cause the loss of blood." John finally looked up at Sherlock, a defeated look on his face. "Sherlock we need to do something, the victim is only 20. They are getting younger just like the note said." Sherlock nodded. That was the problem, and they were indeed getting younger. They needed something, just a little something to put them in the right direction. He turned around to Lestrade again and gave a small sigh.

"Please tell me you have something?" Looking a bit taken back by the question, or maybe the use of the word 'please', as he looked over his notes from Molly about the other victims.

"Sherlock, I just don't know what to say. We have never come across this kind of thing before. We really don't know what to do." Lestrade looked as frustrated as they all did. No one had come any closer to the truth on what had happened. The only person with a theory was Anderson, and Sherlock was damn near ready to believe it. He had confessed to John that he thought that someone with Vampiric tendencies could be doing this, but now he was doubting even himself. A shiver coursed through Sherlock's body as he felt a set of eyes on him. He turned around to look at the crowd that had gathers outside of the yellow tape, trying to find the eyes. He scanned the crowd until he came across them. A man in a black trench coat, stood off to the side of the crowd, his eyes never leaving Sherlock's as he walked towards him.

"Sherlock! We found something!" John's voice pulled his eyes away from the man for a second. Sherlock nodded in John's direction, before he turned back. The man had gone. The crowd seem to swarm the area in which the man had just stood, as if he had never been there at all. Shaking his head, he started to walk the perimeter of the yellow tape, trying to convince himself that that had been his intention in the first place in the first place, before walking back around to where John and Lestrade were standing, talking rapidly. Coming to a stop beside John, Sherlock glanced at the piece of paper he now held in his hand.

"This was just given to the police, it's the same riddle as the one we got back in the house, except there's more." John handed the letter to Sherlock, who quickly read it over;

I'm teary-eyed but never cry.

Silver tongued, but never lie.

Double-winged, but never fly.

Air-cooled, but never dry.

What am I?

I have given you plenty of time to answer the riddle Sherlock, but have not received an answer. Is the riddle too hard for your tiny mind? Don't worry though, I'm going to give you another chance, we shall meet again soon Sherlock. Till then my little snack.

JM.

It is indeed the same riddle, so he did want an answer hmmm? Sherlock thought to himself.

"Who gave this to the police?" Sherlock inquired, finding it funny that someone would just hand over such information.

"A bystander came up to us and handed it over" Lestrade answered, taking the note back from Sherlock. It was evidence after all.

"Right. John come on, we're going home. There is nothing more we can do here." John nodded, shaking Lestrade's hand in goodbye. He followed Sherlock as they walked to the main road to catch a cab. John however stopped as he was about to enter the cab and clicked his fingers.

"We need milk!" Sherlock nodded, yes they did indeed and a few others household items as well. "Did you want me to go to the store and get everything?"

"If you wouldn't mind." Sherlock stated simply, seeing John nod he told the cabby to head to 221B Baker Street. John didn't enter the cab though, as the store was just down the road. He opted instead to walk to the shop and catch a cab home after completing his shopping.

-30 Minutes Later-

Sherlock finally arrived home, the cabby seeming to have taken every back allay on the way. Not being greeted by Mrs Hudson, Sherlock assumed she had gone out, which wasn't unusual nowadays. Climbing the stairs and entering the flat, he noticed the unlocked door, the teapot boiled, and a cup of tea steaming on his table. He walked into his bedroom, and hung his coat on the back of the door like normal, noticing that his bedroom window was ajar. Walking back out, he saw the figure in the window. He knew it was Moriarty, but was it really? My mind is playing tricks on me, he is not here. He can't be, it is not night, I am not asleep. Shaking his head, he walked over and sat in his seat, picking up the tea that sat on the table next to him, and took a sip. It was made just the way he liked it. Not even John could get it this good. The only person who could was Mycroft. Sherlock scoffed. Mycroft hasn't made me tea in years. Pulling out John's laptop, he opened it up to the case files he had been looking at before they were called away this morning. The figure moved from the window, to come and sit in front of Sherlock in John's chair.

"Are you not going to say hello, dear Sherlock?" Moriarty asked softly. Sherlock ignored him, researching the web for known cases of vampire sightings. If I might be dealing with one, I might as well learn as much as I can about them. Sherlock thought to himself, smiling slightly. "I'm teary-eyed but never cry. Silver tongued, but never lie. Double-winged, but never fly. Air-cooled, but never dry. What am I? What am I Sherlock? Surely you have figure it out by now."

"Mercury." Sherlock mumbled. Moriarty smiled and chuckled.

"Very good my dear, you have done your research." Sherlock nodded. Although he didn't believe Moriarty was actually here, he wasn't going to ignore his imagination.

-40 Minutes Later-

John unlocked the door to be greeted by Mrs Hudson, who had arrived just five minutes before. She had a mix of confusion and worry on her face.

"You might want to check on Sherlock, ever since I've been home he hasn't stopped talking to himself." John sighed, just like Sherlock to worry Mrs Hudson. He nodded and began to walk upstairs, walking straight into the kitchen without looking at the lounge room. Putting the shopping bags on the counter, he unpacked the two very full bags.

"Sherlock do you want a cup of tea?" John called out, putting the teapot on for himself.

"I already have one." Sherlock replied simply. Nodding to himself, John waited for the water to boil before making a cup of tea. Once finished he carried his cup into the lounge room, walking over to his seat, to find someone already sitting there. He stilled when he saw who though.

A crash alerted Sherlock that John was standing right beside him, he looked up and was confused by John's expression. John was shocked still, his cup having crashed to the floor as soon as he had seen Moriarty sitting there without a care in the world.

"S-Sherlock, why is Moriarty in our apartment?" Sherlock stared at John and then Moriarty who sat there smiling. Oh shit. He's real.

Hello everyone who is still reading this! I really hope you guys are liking this, I'm trying to make it as exciting as possible for you! Now this chapter is the one I have been dying to write, the first meeting between Moriarty and Sherlock. Thanks to my awesome beta, This-Pen-Name-Is-Too-Long. Now I have to warn you from this point on it will be getting sexual, because they are now meeting, I hope that doesn't turn most of you away, but that is why I have put it under M. I still don't know how long this Fanfic will be, but I'm trying to make it as long as possible while not making the chapters super short! Anyway, read, follow, favourite and review, I love to hear from you guys!

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